[ So this is totally not his fault this time, and as far as a kidnapping, it's definitely a step up from the last time that this happened. Not shoved into a tiny cage in a dimly lit warehouse and tied up in the not fun way, but in a party. Fizz is great with parties. Before when he'd find himself at one of these kind of events though, it'd be working, he'd be watching what he ate, performing, schmoozing with guests and doing whatever the fuck Mammon wanted him to do.
Well, here... he's fucking starving, so.
Fizz is strangely not as worried about this as he should be, instead standing at the table and looking at the giant spread. He reaches, his long mechanical arms grabbing at things further down with an occasional "pardon me!" from him. ]
dance the night away
[ Fizz is still kinda reeling from that bit of news about being stuck here, but he's a performer, dammit. He's fine. So what if Ozzie's not here and he doesn't have a fucking clue just why he'd been brought or if any of that's true... no, no... he's not going to panic. The jester spends a few minutes off to the sides trying to collect himself, fighting the urge to run off and hide somewhere, that this is all some weird dream. He ignores the slight catch in his breath and slaps on a wide toothy smile as he joins the crowd of people dancing on the floor, getting lost in the music and even trying to approach others. ] Hey! You look like you could use a partner, whaddaya say?
[ After a while it seems to work, his anxiousness is gone in favor of getting lost in the moment and the music surrounding them. ]
flower power
[ The imp stands in front of the table of the brightly colored flowers, eyes roaming up and down the line of different types. He crosses his mechanical arms and sighs. ]
I don't know, can you help me decide?
wildcard
[ if you'd like to do something else hmu, otherwise the music and flower options are open!! original post is here ]
fizzarolli ( helluva boss )
Uhhhh....
[ So this is totally not his fault this time, and as far as a kidnapping, it's definitely a step up from the last time that this happened. Not shoved into a tiny cage in a dimly lit warehouse and tied up in the not fun way, but in a party. Fizz is great with parties. Before when he'd find himself at one of these kind of events though, it'd be working, he'd be watching what he ate, performing, schmoozing with guests and doing whatever the fuck Mammon wanted him to do.
Well, here... he's fucking starving, so.
Fizz is strangely not as worried about this as he should be, instead standing at the table and looking at the giant spread. He reaches, his long mechanical arms grabbing at things further down with an occasional "pardon me!" from him. ]
dance the night away
[ Fizz is still kinda reeling from that bit of news about being stuck here, but he's a performer, dammit. He's fine. So what if Ozzie's not here and he doesn't have a fucking clue just why he'd been brought or if any of that's true... no, no... he's not going to panic. The jester spends a few minutes off to the sides trying to collect himself, fighting the urge to run off and hide somewhere, that this is all some weird dream. He ignores the slight catch in his breath and slaps on a wide toothy smile as he joins the crowd of people dancing on the floor, getting lost in the music and even trying to approach others. ] Hey! You look like you could use a partner, whaddaya say?
[ After a while it seems to work, his anxiousness is gone in favor of getting lost in the moment and the music surrounding them. ]
flower power
[ The imp stands in front of the table of the brightly colored flowers, eyes roaming up and down the line of different types. He crosses his mechanical arms and sighs. ]
I don't know, can you help me decide?
wildcard
[ if you'd like to do something else hmu, otherwise the music and flower options are open!! original post is here ]